Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

Her tongue had grown back.

Baozangyuan Yinshun put his gun on his back and walked forward, but Miss Along pressed his shoulder with her tail.

"You are only eleven years old. Why should a child go to the battlefield?" Nozuchi Snake glared.

The young monk's eyes widened, feeling very aggrieved. "Why can't I go? Who among you here dares to say that they can easily defeat me? Why can you die for honor, but I can't?"

Unexpectedly, Yagyu Munenori, who was at the front of the group, stopped and said, "If you were my child, I wouldn't even let you attend the Yingyue Ceremony. This is the only thing that the Hozoin Ryu is truly unkind to."

The little monk looked at Heber aggrievedly, hoping she could say something.

But the fox demon simply patted his shoulder and whispered, "Stay, live on. Then tell the younger generations how heroic their ancestor died."

The little monk was struck by lightning, and the fox demon flew away with Miss A Long in his arms.

Under the moonlight, there are many figures with an indescribable sense of tragedy, yet appear extremely free and easy.

Heber walked at the front of the team, looking at the city wall gradually rising from the horizon.

"Minamoto no Raikou." Heber muttered to himself, "The teacher is here to save you now."

Eastern Kingdom Volume 124: The Changing City, the Swarm of Insects; the General's Shadow, the Sword Saint of My Style

The city wall stands at the end of the horizon, and even from a great distance, it already appears as a huge outline.

And when the swordsmen arrived at the foot of the city wall, this silent shock became even more intense.

Standing at the foot of the city wall, the swordsmen realized that no matter which side they looked from, up, down, left, or right, they could barely see the end of the wall. The height was especially high; it was a cliff so steep that even flying up would be exhausting.

Huge, magnificent, boundless... These adjectives are the most appropriate to describe this section of the city wall.

This heavenly Kyoto city has already far surpassed its other half on earth.

"The two sword masters entered from here." Mochizuki Chiyome pointed.

Everyone looked in the direction of her finger and discovered that there was a crack several meters long on the city wall, with faint light seeping through it.

There was no road here, but the two sword masters chopped out a door.

Heber's fox mark has been hung on the heads of the swordsmen.

These marks have no extra power, they just help Heber sense their location.

In other words, the swordsmen were risking their lives to help Heber find out the situation in the inner city of Kyoto.

This was undoubtedly a sacrifice, but the swordsmen were already impatient.

Hebe held little Aaron in her arms and walked through a narrow passage that was only wide enough for one person to pass through. Sure enough, the moment she passed through the gap, everything around her turned upside down.

None of the swordsmen who had gathered around her were around her now.

Inner Kyoto is almost the same as Outer Kyoto, but its biggest difference is that there are people.

Outer Kyoto is the main battlefield of the Full Moon Ceremony, but in reality, the only participants are the swordsmen who are invited. It can be said that it is a complete deserted city.

Inside the city, the common people seemed to be completely unaffected. Some were traveling together, some were drinking and having fun, some were performing on the streets, and some were watching rare beasts fighting each other. It was a scene of prosperity and harmony.

Before Heber could sense the lost swordsmen through the mark, these civilians turned their heads one after another. They widened their eyes, arched their brows, and exaggerated wrinkles appeared on their foreheads. At the same time, the corners of their mouths were raised high, revealing a creepy smile.

"Ah! Ah!"

The civilians laughed and clapped their hands, but did not attack or block Heber's way.

They just stood in their own positions, all smiling in unison, "You're here!"

These civilians' faces were covered in dense, scaly patterns, like hair. When they opened their mouths, there was no tongue, but a thin moth with folded wings. Its body was a mixture of yellow, red, and brown, and its two wet wings, with a pure white base, were covered in a sickening, dizzying pattern.

As they spoke, the eyeless moths living in their mouths raised their heads high, pulled out the limbs deeply embedded in their mouths, and waved them in the air.

If Hebe had not strangled Chiyome Mochizuki in time, and the latter had decisively bit off her tongue and spit it out, Chiyome Mochizuki would have become like these civilians.

They are already "Eris".

There was no doubt that the general's condition was worse than Heber had imagined.

......

“That’s disgusting…”

Almost all the swordsmen had similar thoughts in their hearts.

The smile on Ito Ittosai's face completely disappeared. He silently drew his sword and accurately cut off the heads of the infected people.

It didn't seem like he was killing anyone, but rather performing a delicate operation.

Fast and accurate, these are the characteristics of "Itto-ryu".

But as he was killing, Ito Ittosai felt something strange.

He had clearly been moving forward, but why was he still here after going around in circles?

The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and Ito Ittosai roared from his chest: "This city is alive!"

It was as if a switch was touched. The moment he shouted this sentence, the civilians around him who were smiling numbly suddenly seemed to "come alive".

They all picked up the weapons at hand and attacked Ito Ittosai - those were just sticks and pitchforks, but the pressure on the latter suddenly increased.

The streets and alleys in the distance began to turn over.

......

Most of the swordsmen were caught in a difficult battle due to the human wave tactics and the sudden changes in the terrain around them.

But for Miyamoto Musashi and Sasaki Kojiro, who have mastered the sword spirit, the number of people actually has no meaning.

Therefore, they easily broke through the encirclement and joined forces.

however.

at the same time.

At the end of the long street, it seemed as if thousands of low hums were heard at the same time.

Thunder in the sky continued to fall from the clouds, striking the two sword masters not far away in an irregular manner.

The sound of swords being unsheathed came from beside Musashi and Kojiro, although the two sword masters had already grasped their swords in their hands.

Cage 2 (2) San's master's affairs, Ling Meng and the others began to use sword intent.

"Sure enough, things aren't over yet. We can't just march straight from the inner city to Hana no Gosho. And then..." Kojiro, who looked like a farmer, said, "Who's going to show up this time?"

"I guess it's Ashiya Doman," Miyamoto Musashi said. "Or maybe it's Ashiya Doman in the form of a general."

Kojiro nodded, seemingly not surprised at all. The sword light from Gao Yuan floated up and down beside him, like a swallow flying freely in the clouds and water.

"I guess so," he said.

After a fierce battle, both sword masters were considerably drained of their physical strength. However, as sword masters, their "sword spirit" remained intact. Since it was likely Ashiya Doman, or perhaps Ashiya Doman himself in the form of a general, the visit would be treated with the proper etiquette of a swordsman meeting someone.

——It is certain that we cannot win the war, but the outcome is that we cannot win the war. There is still a huge difference between a death with dignity and a death without dignity.

The latter would never be the choice of any swordsman, and naturally would not be taken into consideration by the two sword masters.

In fact, even if their sword will was full and their physical strength was intact, they would make the same choice: they would also believe that they could not win... and they would also believe that they should fight fairly.

It wasn't that they had no confidence in their swordsmanship. On the contrary, being able to battle against a god-like being with the body and soul of a mere swordsman was enough to be proud of.

The buzzing sound gradually died down.

The crowd dispersed like sand on the sea, and from among them, a general with shining eyes walked out.

"No, not Ashiya Doman." Miyamoto Musashi frowned slightly.

"But it's not the general," Kojiro concluded. "It seems our general isn't simply meditating. She's probably in the Flower Palace, constantly battling something... This is the 'shadow of herself' that the general has slashed off."

They met her.

She wore armor instead of the dark purple crown symbolizing the retired emperor. Feathers, symbolizing the "samurai family," extended upward from either side of her ears, while the katana in her hand looked more like a scepter of rule than a weapon of slaughter.

This contradictory combination put pressure on the two sword masters, but also found their flaws.

Since it is confirmed that he is an enemy, there is no need to hold back.

Kojiro was the first to draw his sword.

His swordsmanship was not sophisticated, and could even be described as brutal and ruthless.

That was not the "Yan-ryu" inherited from Zhongjuan Jisai and Tomita Segen, but the "Wo-ryu".

P.S.: I am writing the next chapter

Dongguo Volume: 125 Copy and Paste and Forced Delete

Kojiro's sword is extremely long. It can be said that this weapon is not inferior in length even when compared with the Tonkin Sword.

But its quality was too mediocre. It would be damaged if it collided with any precious sword, not to mention the divine weapon in the general's hand, which was said to be made by a famous craftsman and sublimated through battle.

Therefore, he had no intention of letting his sword touch the sword in the general's hand - even if it was just a shadow of the past that was cut off by the real general.

Kojiro's sword suddenly became clear and translucent, like a crystal that could reflect various lights, and it indeed became a mirror.

The second, third... and even countless sword lights appeared at impossible angles, moving like star tracks, locking Kojiro's target.

As long as Kojiro swings the real sword in his hand, the sword light will be like a whirlpool in the sea, sucking the general's shadow into it.

......

Kojiro was not once "Sasaki Kojiro".

As a farmer, he had no surname at all; therefore, when he was given the name "Sasaki Kojiro", Kojiro did not object.

Wow, these are all picked up by surnames... Kojiro probably had this mentality at that time.

According to the legend in the East, Kojiro could cut down swallows from the sky with his sword, so his sword was called "Swallow Return".

If it was just an ordinary swallow, any swordsman could do it easily, and since Kojiro was able to achieve the status of a swordsman, the "swallow" he killed must have been extraordinary.

——What exactly was the swallow he killed?

This question was asked by the swordsmen not long ago, and at that time, Kojiro revealed a little about his past.

"That swallow flew towards me from the past, present, and future simultaneously." Kojiro gestured with his hand, tracing the swallow's flight path. "I thought it must be a trace left by someone as they journeyed through history. So I slashed it 'just like that.'"

"What do you mean by 'like this' and it's destroyed?" Ito Ittosai held his head in his hands. "What does 'like this' mean?"

"I'm not sure either." Kojiro smiled apologetically, "Anyway, after that, I mastered the sword spirit."

Miyamoto Musashi was also listening at the time, so she knew very well that if Sasaki Kojiro's sword could touch the "swallows flying from the past, present and future", then his swordsmanship must also reach the level of touching the "past, present and future" at the same time, or even higher than this level.

Because Miyamoto Musashi knew that it was very difficult to hit a flying swallow with one sword, and he would probably need several more swords.

Sasaki Kojiro, probably at the same time, unleashed countless swords.

......

Now, Sasaki Kojiro's swordsmanship is showing its true colors in front of Miyamoto Musashi.

The sword light changed from one to two, from two to three, and from three to infinity.

Its name is Sword Intent - [Boundless and Infinite].

According to the honorific title of the ancient swordsmanship, it is called "Infinite Sword".

The Infinite Sword is the best weapon to deal with the immortal and the undead.

That is not beheading, but trapping.

"Musashi, attack with me." Kojiro shouted.

At the moment he finished speaking, another sword light that pierced the sky and the earth burst out from Musashi's palm and slashed towards the general's shadow.

.....岜删零【咎?)〗笼奇韭吴烧.

Miyamoto Musashi's growth experience was not particularly legendary. She just traveled around, took on challenges, and ate for free.

But her swordsmanship is better than anyone else's.

Whether it was the swordsmen who had fought against her or the teachers who had taught her, they all had to admit that even the "Gate of the Sword Saint" could not hinder her.

Miyamoto Musashi had lost before, but those defeats would soon become her nourishment, allowing her to reach higher levels at an incredible speed.

Those defeats and those scars did not leave the slightest trace in her heart.

In other words, this is the embodiment of "emptiness".